Granted. Then you realize that they scare you, and you tell your parents that you want to go home. They understand, and the three of you begin to walk home together. A robber steps out and demands your mother's pearl necklace. Your father spooks him and he winds up shooting them both dead. Now you're an orphan.

I wish that I only ever had to interact with people who entertain me and make me happy.

So does the ice cream. Granted. Ice Cream rises up and begins to eat people. Soft serve places like Dairy Queens are the first to go, but the real danger is at the dairy farms that make their own ice cream. They become the ice cream strongholds. Fed by the herds of dairy cows chocolate and vanilla ice cream grows to immense sizes. Entire school busses of children are devoured by the towering desserts. For the sake of the children, abandon your wish and eat the ice cream, save us all.

Granted, but, as you are a medium sized humanoid as opposed to a small one, riding it is horribly cruel and some druids drag you to an alley and beat you down until you're at -7 HP. You're a sickly fellow, so your CON is only 10. Better hope you stabilize, sucka.